The story of laundry
Oct. 1st, 2003 11:54 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
brigdhToday, at a little before 7:00, I went to do laundry. Now, the Fusion meeting, which I really did plan on going to, started at 8:00, but I figured I had plenty of time.
Ha, freaking ha.
Ahem. I haven't done laundry since I moved into the dorms, since I wasn't sure where the laundry room was and I hadn't been in the mood to wander randomly until stumbling across it, so by today I had two whole loads. The laundry turned out to be on the top floor of the dorm- floor 13. *scary Twilight Zone music plays* Also, I apparently came up the wrong set of stairs, as I had to walk around a while before finding the actual laundry. The 13th floor is creepy, appropriately enough. A whole bunch of study rooms, and strange little twisting hallways that lead only to locked doors. Logically, I know it's only things like the heater or air conditioner, but it's still unsettling to keep getting turned around and stuck in a windowless, narrow hallway. Also? The whole floor appeared deserted. No one else at all.
I found the room eventually, and thankfully there were some people in there. Now, at my school, to use the washers and dryers you swipe your school ID through this card-swipe-thingy (which also takes the money off your student account), punch in the specific machine's number, and then go back to the machine to put your clothes in and turn it on. I did this. When I got back to my washer, I opened it up and discovered it was full of dirty water. So there went $1.25.
I paid for a second machine- after making sure it was not similarly broken- and a third. Set the dryers to the cycle I wanted, both timers at 26 minutes, and walked off to read in one of the chairs provided.
15 or so minutes later, I come back to check on them. The timers are now at 23. After spending a few seconds staring at them and wondering if I'd fallen into some sort of weird time-sucking zone (Hey, the book I was reading was House of Leaves, time-sucking seemed logical), I decided to give them a few more minutes.
Well. It turns out that 26 minutes on the washer's timers translates into nearly an hour in actual time. I'm not pleased, as I know I'm going to be late for Fusion. But I figure, hey, I bet twenty minutes in the dryer will be enough, I'll still make most of it.
No. Twenty minutes was not enough. It took four freaking cycles of twenty-five minutes each before my clothes were dry. Cycles I had to pay for individually, thank you. At this point, it was after nine. I had not only missed the entire Fusion meeting, I wasn't even going to be there in time to catch a ride to Coffee Table.
So instead I went and complained about the whole thing to my roommate and then got online.
But I thought of you, Fusionites! Really, I did.
Ha, freaking ha.
Ahem. I haven't done laundry since I moved into the dorms, since I wasn't sure where the laundry room was and I hadn't been in the mood to wander randomly until stumbling across it, so by today I had two whole loads. The laundry turned out to be on the top floor of the dorm- floor 13. *scary Twilight Zone music plays* Also, I apparently came up the wrong set of stairs, as I had to walk around a while before finding the actual laundry. The 13th floor is creepy, appropriately enough. A whole bunch of study rooms, and strange little twisting hallways that lead only to locked doors. Logically, I know it's only things like the heater or air conditioner, but it's still unsettling to keep getting turned around and stuck in a windowless, narrow hallway. Also? The whole floor appeared deserted. No one else at all.
I found the room eventually, and thankfully there were some people in there. Now, at my school, to use the washers and dryers you swipe your school ID through this card-swipe-thingy (which also takes the money off your student account), punch in the specific machine's number, and then go back to the machine to put your clothes in and turn it on. I did this. When I got back to my washer, I opened it up and discovered it was full of dirty water. So there went $1.25.
I paid for a second machine- after making sure it was not similarly broken- and a third. Set the dryers to the cycle I wanted, both timers at 26 minutes, and walked off to read in one of the chairs provided.
15 or so minutes later, I come back to check on them. The timers are now at 23. After spending a few seconds staring at them and wondering if I'd fallen into some sort of weird time-sucking zone (Hey, the book I was reading was House of Leaves, time-sucking seemed logical), I decided to give them a few more minutes.
Well. It turns out that 26 minutes on the washer's timers translates into nearly an hour in actual time. I'm not pleased, as I know I'm going to be late for Fusion. But I figure, hey, I bet twenty minutes in the dryer will be enough, I'll still make most of it.
No. Twenty minutes was not enough. It took four freaking cycles of twenty-five minutes each before my clothes were dry. Cycles I had to pay for individually, thank you. At this point, it was after nine. I had not only missed the entire Fusion meeting, I wasn't even going to be there in time to catch a ride to Coffee Table.
So instead I went and complained about the whole thing to my roommate and then got online.
But I thought of you, Fusionites! Really, I did.
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Date: 2003-10-01 09:47 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-10-01 09:52 pm (UTC)I just started it last week, but it is good. How come I never heard of it before?
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Date: 2003-10-02 07:55 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-10-02 06:31 pm (UTC)Plus folding? Was thought up by the Devil. I swear.
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Date: 2003-10-02 06:42 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-10-02 10:59 am (UTC)I'm glad I didn't get a chance to come to your place for laundry.
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Date: 2003-10-02 06:33 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-10-02 07:51 pm (UTC)